Staring at an open screen,
screaming just to fill the noise.
Hoping that you'll never leave,
nothing else beyond the void.

Do we write to end our sadness?
or fuel the fires of our madness?
Do we write to end our pain,
knowing it will never change?

People always tell me
"Attention is what you seek!"
people always ask me
"why are you a freak?"
i can only give one answer
and that is "I don't know"
but is it such a crime
to just want to be loved?

she wore your hoodie
with a smile on her face
until you broke her
then she had no place

you didn't mean it
you swore to god
now your hoodie
is left unworn

as she bled
as she cried
as she hurt
as she died

she wore your hoodie
with a tear down her face
until you broke her
and she faded away

Did you ever love me?
or was it all fake.

Did you ever need me?
or was it a game.

Did you ever want to hold me
in your arms?

Did you mean to leave me
with a broken heart?

i never said I love you
You said it all the time
it turns out words mean nothing
because you had to say goodbye